| Chapter 6 |
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To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Yehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me. |
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Favour me, O Yehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Yehovah, For troubled have been my bones, |
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And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Yehovah, till when? |
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Turn back, O Yehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness` sake. |
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For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? |
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I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste. |
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Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries, |
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Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Yehovah heard the voice of my weeping, |
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Yehovah hath heard my supplication, Yehovah my prayer receiveth. |
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Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed in a moment! |